A Scar! Poem by Amanda Shelton

My heart like porcelain,
break's fragile and bruised in between your fingers as you tightened your grip.

It got tighter each passing year,
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

The pieces lay before you, all you did was watch.

As my heart spilt its blood and suffering soaking the floor.

The stain is still and unchangeable,
seems monstrously eternal.

The depression is deep,
deeper still is the blood I sacrificed
it is left pulsating with pain and unfading memories of you.

The anxiety you caused is the worst part.

Waking to your shadow hovering over me laughing, playing games with my
life.

The damages you caused are long lasting.

I have a choice, to be a victim
or to survive without you.

You are abuse, you are ruin,
you are a broken memory always running away with my heart.

You taught me how to be afraid,
how to guard my heart and life.

I shouldn't have to protect myself from love.

Oh no, love is supposed to be free acceptance and long lasting.

You definitely are long lasting.
You are bruises on my life,
gray eyes that once were blue oceans of longing on deep nights of kisses and soft caresses.

Now, you're kisses turned to ashes upon my tongue, you are only a distant memory of healing wounds.

A scar!